#SIMON RILEY IS A LOVERRRR

[whinesandwhimpers]

leaving lipstick marks all over simon,it makes me go ejejejrjfjjf🥵

You just finished getting ready for your date with Simon, having put on a red dress and have just finished up your makeup look with a nice red lipstick. You walk out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom where Simon is sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in black jeans and a black button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and exposing his tattooed arm.

You pause for a split second at how fucking good he looks, your breath hitching in your throat and your heartrate picking up a little.

He's equally stunned at how you look. You both hardly dress up like this to go out together so it's always a nice surprise.

"Well don't you clean up nicely. How do I look, Si?" You ask him as you approach, lips pulled up in a smile that he returns in true lovesick fashion.

"Perfect, Love."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, absolutely perfect," He moves his hands up to sit on your hips and pulls you closer so you're directly between his legs. "Now, give us a kiss?"

"Baby, you're going to smudge my lipstick." You pout, hands resting on his shoulders, and you lean away from his nearing lips.

"I don't care."

You shake your head, more amused than annoyed, "I do."

"Yeah?" He starts kissing your neck and massaging your hips with his thumbs through your dress fabric.

"We have to go. We'll miss our dinner reservation," You insist but still tilt your head so he has better access. When he makes a noise of protest and demands a real kiss, you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, then lightly grab his hair and pull his head back to look at him. "You want a kiss so bad?"

"Mhm."

You press your lips against his and he returns the kiss hungrily, pulling you closer against him. He kisses you like he's just come back from being away at work for months, no matter how long he's already been here with you. He can't get enough of you.

You soon pull away and giggle at the sight of your red lipstick on and smudged around his lips. He quirks an eyebrow fully aware of what you're laughing at, seeing the smudge on your own lips, and you can't resist the idea that comes to mind. You start kissing all over his face, covering him in lipstick marks. his cheeks, jaw, chin, forehead, all covered.

He waits until you pull back to see your masterpiece, eyes gleaming with something, "You done, Sweetheart?"

With another giggle, you nod and leave one last kiss on the tip of his nose.

"All done."

"Good." In the blink of an eye, he flips you both around, dropping you on the bed on your back and climbs on top of you, holding his weight up with his palms. "My turn."

Before you can ask what he means, he moves between your legs and pulls your dress up to your hips.

Yeah, you two miss your reservation.